At heart I am a mechanic. I believe most men are and I have come to recognize that the better you are at understanding something the less sure you are about fixing it. Making the fool thing fire and run... It is not just a matter of building a motor, it becomes a matter of building a better motor, after all, if I am cursed to have been born with the ability to build a motor, it should be bigger, faster and "badder" than any other one on the street, besides, I like spinning the tires.

The Marketing Machine That Would Not.

I have a cautious collection of parts from the internet junkyard, maybe enough junk to build something. Building your marketing ride can be expensive if you design the thing and hire the work. I like hanging out at the W.A. junkyard. There's lots of folks trying to make something work. There's lots of people who have made something work. I like reading about what the pros have built and how they toughed it out. When I'm not at W.A. I check out what freebies are in my email. I always find lots of writing tips from ezine, articles base, free lectures from traffic travis on s.e.o, marketing tips from clickbank and amazon. If its free, I'll take it. So I have all this junk sitting around and mostly its bolted together and it runs, sort of, but not the way  I imagined it. My marketing machine is a hybrid. A weak collection of working technologies that don't work well together, doesn't have any power, and doesn't make any noise.

I Built It. They Won't come.

So I have been sitting in my ether world garage sulking. I know why I'm stuck. It's the noise ordinance. It's the reckless display of power tickets. Maybe I wrapped one of my projects around a tree and I am scared to try again. Its the silent word you see with affiliate, or pay per click, or list, or click per action. I thought putting my rat rod on the internet street would attract a little attention. Not so. It just rolls around quiet and unnoticed, just another cruiser. Heck I was afraid of making to much noise. The best niche in the world won't go anywhere unless you market the thing. A hand full of articles with some poorly chosen keywords, a website with a creepy domain name, and more competition in every corner of the internet drag strip leaves me feeling beat down. Yeah, I've been hanging around drinking a few beers and waiting for something to happen. I just can't seem to build any more web 2.0 pages. 

The Internet Salt Flats.

Heading south out of google, is one hundred and ten million search results that I'm not a part of, but I will try to build a web site that has enough horse power and makes enough noise to capture the number one page position no matter how distant it seems. Right now, I would be happy with a good ranking domain name in a busy niche intersection anywhere in cyberspace. I can't help but get excited about the race even if my marketing machine isn't running. It will, and  the next time it will be a noisy, fast, gas guzzlin, tire spinnin', hot hunk of marketing junk. Mean time I guess I'll hang around the W.A. wrecking yard and look for more parts to get me back on track.